Harry Potter and the Deathless Crowd

by Nekogami Bastet

The new school year at Hogwarts promised to be as exciting and possibly dangerous as the first three. The attack during the Quidditch World Cup seemed to be proof enough, but Harry now had to deal with the Triwizard Tournament. And on the other side of the world, an unsuspecting fox is pulled away from his life and thrown in a world he had left long ago. Without the ticket home.

4. The Foreign Fox

I own neither Harry Potter or Yu Yu Hakusho.

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Dark becomes light. Kurama is in what looks like an underground room. It must have been dug in the earth under a tree because large roots grow between the dark rock of the walls. What looks like a closet has been dug on one side of the room. It is open, and a child stands in front of it, a bottle full of insects in one hand, the other rummaging the clothing, trying to choose in which clothes to put the future prank. The child has a porcelain skin and straight reddish-brown hair that barely reach his chin. Two red canine ears and a tail can also be seen.

"What do you think you are doing young man!"

The ears on the child's head flatten, and his tail starts swishing nervously. Two fearful golden eyes turn toward the tall and beautiful figure of a woman with pale skin and long silver hair. She also has a tail and ears. Her face is unclear like the memory has somehow been muddled here.

"I... Uh...Wanted to surprise Dad..."

"So I can see. You are lucky I am the one who discovered you. That's too bad though... Today your favourite food was planned, but I just found out I don't have all the ingredients I need... Ah, well..."

"You can't do that!"

"That's curious... I was sure I could. Is there a reason I couldn't? Ah yes... I just said I didn't have the ingredients, didn't I? Then I guess you're right, I can't."

She then leaves, followed by her young child, still trying to convince her not to do that to him. The memory dissipates.

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"Yōko are a tribe of the kitsune, and among kitsune they are the most powerful. We are born as normal red foxes, and after a hundred years of exposition to yōki we change and become yōkai, like you. But unlike other kitsune our fur change colour and becomes silver when we get our second tail, and we lose our ability to transform into foxes completely. We are immensely more powerful than most yōkai. Remember that my child, and until you turn one thousand years old and your fur becomes silver, hide your title. Until then you are only Kurama. If you are careless you could be killed by greedy hunters who seek the power they think our tails contain. A father should never have to survive his son."

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Blood splatters everywhere. He is too afraid to move.

The hunters' voices are too loud for his fox ears.

He crushes them to his head with his small hands.

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I must get out!

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A young man is standing alone on top of a hill. The deep clouds in the sky of the Makai are pierced in one place, and he is looking at the moon in a transfixed sort of way. His now long reddish-brown hair is flowing lightly behind him, his ears are high on his head, and his tail is unmoving. Then, the clouds move slightly, and the light of the moon hit him. Slowly the colours seem to seep out of him.

When the clouds cover the moon again, the young man standing there has long silver hair, and a tail and ears of the same colour, as if the moonlight had covered him entirely. The young man looks at his still smooth porcelain hand and disappears in the forest. The memory ends here.

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You're the one responsible for this!

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Kurama looks at his scarred hand. He knows the burn will disappear after a few years. If he lives long enough that is.

He hasn't chosen the path of thievery for some sort of imaginary security it could provide him. The flutter of bat wings attracts his attention.

"Who should we target next?"

His best friend was always the most eager to return to work of the two of them.

"We go to Ningenkai. Our next targets are goblins."

Kuronue awards him with a shark-like smirk. The pointy canines and the hat's shadow give his friend an eerie aura.

"I must say Yōko, I like the variety you bring to our thefts. Your ideas have the merit of being novel."

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I found you... Out!

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"Kuronue!"

"Forget about me Kurama! Go! Run!"

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GET OUT!

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Kurama opened his eyes with a spasm. The anger bubbling deep inside of him got out like lava and burning ashes from an explosive volcano. He tore the hat off his head and nearly threw it in Albus' face. It fell somewhere behind the old man, barely missing the fire in the chimney. The hat gave a shout of surprised offence.

Albus stared at the glaring fox with obvious astonishment.

"I... had not quite expected that..."

"He clung to me Albus! His mind got dragged in my exploration as the result! He didn't even let me finish! He threw me out, then off his head just like that!" Protested the affronted hat.

Kurama sent them both murderous looks.

"Never. Again. No one touches my head anymore."

Voldemort attempts at controlling his thoughts through his summoning, and his imperio spells had been more than enough for his thousand years old lifetime.

"I... Sorry, I should have realised... After what Tom did I should have expected your reaction."

The Headmaster looked truly apologetic, but Kurama did not really feel inclined to forgive him at the moment.

"You could have warned me..."

"I would have done so, except I did not know the Hat would even work on you."

Said Albus while putting the Hat back on his desk.

"You could still have warned me."

The guilt that flashed briefly in Albus' eyes told Kurama what he needed to know. The man had hoped to gather information on him without arousing suspicion.

Kurama tried to calm down. The old wizard had his reasons. Good reasons too. He was kind enough to trust him around children, but this trust was not entirely free of wariness. It should not have come as a surprise that he wanted to find out more about the yōkai that would hide among his students.

Kurama, now calmer, sighed.

"But I understand."

He would have been even more protective of his family. He could not fault Albus for doing what he could to protect those under his responsibility. Albus smiled in thanks.

"I must say I am infinitely grateful that Tom summoned someone as understanding as you..."

Indeed. The wizards had gotten lucky this time around. Kurama knew that more than half of the Makai's population was not nearly as peaceful as him, and not as used and attached to humans. Any other yōkai would have felt cornered (and he had, in fact, the same impression), and started a rampage around the country, killing and destroying everything in its path until it found Voldemort, revealing the Makai's existence to humans in the worst way possible.

Kurama took the hat in one hand, and Albus did nothing to stop him, though he tensed. In a sign of good-will, he sat back in the armchair and put the Hat on his head. He opened his mind but this time he did not grip the presence he felt entering his memories. He kept his eyes open and watched Albus relax, his stance becoming friendlier. The hat continued to grumble but accomplished its mission. It took a long, long time... And finally, it could give its judgement.

"You are a very difficult case..." Now, where had he heard that before? "Not that I expected anything else considering you are not human to begin with. You have a complicated heart, divided, opposite... It is difficult to say what the real you is like. It does not help that some of your memories are muddled and that there may be some that are sealed away. Do you happen to know why?"

"Maybe... My 'death' and 'rebirth' are probably the cause" Answered Kurama, unsettled at the idea that he might have lost some memories from his previous life. "My soul probably took some damage when it was left wandering without a body, so some memories may have been lost then. But the first months as an infant are also a blur I can barely remember. I had been too weakened, and my new... human body was not up to remembering anything..."

He had decided to explain that to Albus after they had gone to Ollivander's shop, so they could try to understand where his magic came from. It might be of importance to break to summoning later on, and Kurama could see that very clearly. Albus had concluded that the magic had not come from the presence of a yōkai soul in a human body, but from the body itself. Perhaps that was the reason his wandering and weakened soul had even been attracted to that body in the first place. It could have been attracted to the power it contained. Why his magic (or reiki) did not develop until recently was another mystery, but Kurama theorised that it was because his yōki had developed first, and both could not have done so at the same time or his child body would not have survived the strain.

"This must be the reason. I have little doubt that you are right. No soul would come out unscathed from such an event." The hat nodded as it spoke. "But I managed to see enough. You are suited to both Gryffindor and Slytherin. Gryffindor for your sense of sacrifice and the courage you showed in that bloody tournament... Taking the place of your team-mates so that your team would not lose and die... This was selfless and reckless, and perhaps a bit foolish too... But it was also a proof of loyalty. Qualities Gryffindor held in high esteem. Slytherin would also have been proud to consider you one of his students. You are sly, you have a clear disregard for rules, you also have ambitions and the means to make them come true. You are not suited to Ravenclaw, though I considered it because of your intelligence. You do not seek knowledge for the sake of knowledge. You seek it to reach your goals, which is a Slytherin characteristic. You are patient and hard-working, but you lack the instinctive trust and kindness of Hufflepuff."

Kurama decided to intervene quickly.

"Gryffindor please."

"Oh? Why is that?"

"If what Albus told me is true, many children of Death Eaters are in Slytherin. I would have to keep my guard up the entire time I will be there. I would rather be somewhere where I can fall asleep a little more peacefully..."

Kurama doubted Voldemort would trust children to do his dirty work, but he had to come back to Japan in one piece at all cost. It would be harder to collect information on Voldemort's movements if he was in the house of Gryffindor if what Albus had told him about the rivalry between these two houses was true, but that had never stopped him before. Also, it would be easier to gain the trust of the light side if he was in Gryffindor. If he ended in Slytherin, he had a feeling he would be watched very closely by Albus, and Snape the Head of House, and that would restrict his movements way too much for his liking.

"I see the point you are trying to make."

The Hat agreed, though Kurama knew it must have caught his other unspoken arguments.

"Well then, Gryffindor it is!"

Kurama got up, took the hat off and gave it back to Albus. He was glad this was behind him.

Now he just had to ready himself psychologically for his great come back into school-life.

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The rain outside was not falling, it was pouring. Pouring buckets even. The students couldn't have arrived under a worse weather. The rain made such racket that a human would have been unable to hear the horde of carriages that stopped in front of the castle, nor the shouts of both excitement and dismay that came the moment the students left them and started to run up the stairs, trying and failing to not get completely drenched.

The red-haired fox in the owlery could hear it perfectly.

This place was the yōkai's only remaining mean of communication. Starting today he was stuck in Hogwarts, and his phone was dead. Albus had told him it had been okay as long as he hadn't tried to use it, but that technology usually reacted badly to magic.

How the red-head missed Genkai... She had been good at mixing reiki and machines. But then, the more he stayed in the wizarding world, the more he realised something: magic may have been reiki, but it reacted differently. Perhaps it was because of a genetic reason.

So the owlery was the last place he could send a message from. A fat lot of good it did him. The parchment in his hand was blank, not even stained by a drop of ink which could have accidentally fallen on it. For this to happen, he would have needed to get to the point where he could actually put the quill in the ink without freezing.

Albus had suggested that the summoning was meant to imprison him within a certain perimeter, so that he could not attempt an escape, making him actively resist any attempt to leave England or contact anyone outside the perimeter. It was plausible. Goblins would certainly be ready to go to such length to get his head on a pike... Talk about past deeds coming back to haunt you.

He crushed the blank letter in his hands, watching the owls all around, his mind worked fast but still could not find a solution to his dilemma. That was his way of dealing with things, think, think, and think some more. Usually, it resulted in him managing to get out of trouble, but he now had a suspicion that it may have been a way to avoid thinking about the implications of his situation, and what the consequences would be in his life. He did not feel ready to think about Shiori. He doubted he would be until he had found a solution... And if it came too late then not even then...

He put the empty letter back in his robe pocket and left the owlery, revelling in the rain that immediately soaked his clothes and hair and took his mind off graver problems.

He would have to dry up and change before he went to the Great Hall.

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To Harry, the sorting seemed to last hours. It was the first time he actually watched it (due to unfortunate circumstances), but his hunger made watching far less interesting than he had thought it would be.

He had been amazed to see that Dennis Creevey was about as hyper as his older brother Colin and that falling into the lake and being pushed back into the boat by a giant squid had not frightened him at all. If anything the tiny boy had seemed excited by the experience. It was no surprise that he ended up in Gryffindor.

Harry's eyes roamed the teacher's table and lingered on the empty chair he had noticed earlier. He recognised all the teachers, so if there were no new faces this most likely meant that the seat was supposed to be for the Defence professor. Why was the seat empty though? Hermione was worried that it meant Professor Dumbledore had not found a teacher, but that couldn't be it could it? Who would teach them in that case?

He heard the door of the great hall open. It had been almost silent as if whoever had pushed the heavy doors had tried to be as discreet as possible, but seeing the size of them, it should have been obvious that they would make noise anyway. Harry turned away from the sorting to look at the newcomer and did a double take, along with half the students who had turned to look as well. He could tell he wasn't a girl only after checking a second time and finally noticing the boy's uniform. He looked vaguely Asian, but only vaguely. The blood-red hair and bright green eyes that would probably be noticed from miles away threw off that first impression. What truly surprised Harry though was that he couldn't remember ever seeing him in Hogwarts before. Granted he didn't know all the students from the other houses, especially the older ones, and this boy looked to be around sixteen or seventeen, but his appearance was striking enough that Harry should have noticed him sooner. Especially since he wore the Gryffindor colours on his uniform. Meaning he must have been among the people Harry lived with the entire year. Unless he hadn't been in Hogwarts the previous years. It was obvious he wasn't a first year, so who was he?

Everybody must have had the same thoughts because excited and puzzled whisper slowly filled the Great Hall, distracting people from the on-going sorting.

To Harry, the boy looked uncomfortable for about half a second. The expression was gone so fast that he almost missed it. The redhead's face was perfectly composed while he walked toward the teachers' table. He murmured something to McGonagall looking contrite, but not nearly as intimidated as he should have been considering the Transfiguration Professor's scathing look. Harry didn't remember the professor ever looking so irritated. The fact that she merely waved him off and sent Dumbledore an even darker glare when he waved the boy over to him was even stranger if possible. Harry didn't remember McGonagall ever being so hostile either. Never to the point of extending that hostility to Dumbledore. She had been irritated and annoyed with Lockhart, but she had never taken it out on the Headmaster.

Lockhart... That was an interesting comparison actually, seeing as the girls seemed to be ogling the strange boy, not overly concerned with the delicate face, slim silhouette and long hair that made him look perhaps too feminine. Hermione, thank Merlin, was past that stage and was merely looking at the proceedings, mystified.

"Who's the bloke? It's a bloke right?"

Blurted Ron over the sound of McGonagall's voice calling the last of the first years.

"No clue..." Answered Harry honestly.

"About both?"

"About the 'who' part."

"He was never in Gryffindor tower before was he? I don't remember seeing him." Said Hermione. "And the other houses look just as surprised as we do... Perhaps he is a transfer student? But no... Wizarding schools don't do that usually. They like to keep their magical methods a secret."

Yes, Harry remembered her explaining that to them in the train. Ron scratched his head in thoughts.

"A late bloomer? You know how Neville's magic appeared so late his Grandmother thought he was a Squib? Like that..."

"Well, it could happen I suppose..." Muttered Hermione, but she did not seem convinced.

McGonagall finished the sorting and called the last name on her list ("Whitby, Kevin!" - "HUFFLEPUFF!"). She picked up the stool and the hat and left the Great Hall with them. Ron had completely forgotten about his hunger thanks to the unexpected event, and it was a chance because Dumbledore had gotten to his feet, but not to announce that the feast could begin, but rather to introduce the boy who was now turned toward them. The Headmaster smiled brightly, and perhaps even proudly? Before he started speaking.

"I must say that this year will be special for many reasons, which I will further explain at the end of the Feast, but at the beginning of this summer, I had not expected it to be quite that special for myself as well. Not until a short trip to Japan, brought on by a long investigation of which I will spare you the details, for I have no doubts it would be utterly boring for youngsters such as you."

If anything, Dumbledore's introduction of his speech made everybody even more bewildered. They didn't have to wait long for an answer. After a short pause, the Headmaster finally appeased their curiosity.

"Let me introduce to you Kurama Minamino, a distant relative of mine, who graduated not long ago under the teaching of a spiritual master in Japan. His magic having been rather unstable the first few years of a normal wizarding scholarship" – Hermione looked at Ron in shock at his guess having been mostly correct – "He has been unable to follow the normal curriculum, and wizarding schools have refused to accept him now that his magic has stabilized, as he is close to being officially an adult. That is the reason Hogwarts will today receive a new student from Japan, and I hope you will make him feel most welcome in our country, so far away from his own."

Well, "appeased their curiosity" might not have been the correct words to use... Shock rippled through the Great Hall and passionate chatter rose up. The Headmaster had to use an Amplifying Charm to make his voice be heard over the ruckus in order to ask for silence. Once the noise had receded to a more acceptable level, Dumbledore continued his speech.

"Kurama has been sorted in Gryffindor and will be residing in the fourth year dormitory. The reason for that is that I could not put him directly in the OWL year since he has much to catch up on, and I preferred that he spends some time with people closer to his own age than first years, people who would also have an easier time helping him with his work."

Harry and Ron shared shocked looks between them and anybody from their dormitory they could see.

"That is all for the moment. Kurama, you may go sit with your housemates."

The red-haired boy gave the Headmaster a silent nod and went to take a seat. Harry, Ron and Hermione could no longer see him, seeing as the people around him blocked their view.

"Now that this is done, I won't make you wait any longer: tuck in!"

"Hear, hear!" Chorused Harry and Ron.

Hermione rolled her eyes when she saw both boys start to wolf down mountains of food. Their antics were forgotten the moment she discovered that there were house elves at Hogwarts. She refused to eat another bite.

On another part of the Gryffindor table, a Japanese red-head also had trouble eating, but for widely different reasons. People wouldn't let him.

Not that he was very hungry to begin with to tell the truth, but he might have tried some of the food around him – it looked delicious enough – had he not been assaulted by questions. He wondered what he had done wrong recently to deserve his fate.

"People, people! Let the bloke eat! Now give him space... Yes, just like that, enough for the three of us too."

The students gave the three incoming teenagers a wide berth, creating more space around Kurama as well. The young man could finally breathe. The three sat around him, the red-haired twins on each side of him, the dark-skinned boy on the other side of the table. The fox went from feeling free to feeling surrounded.

"So... you're a relative of Dumbledore?"

Said one twin in a speculative manner Kurama recognised all too well. Pranksters. The best kind, but not exactly the kind you wished to be in such close proximity with... He nodded cautiously, wearing a polite but rather distant smile.

"I'm Fred." Right twin. Hopefully he wasn't lying.

"And I'm George, his better half." Said the twin on his left. Kurama committed their smell to memory so he wouldn't mix them up. "And this is our best friend Lee Jordan."

Lee waved in a relaxed manner, an amused smile on his face.

"So you're in the same house Dumbledore was in, makes sense. When were you sorted?" Asked the second twin, George.

Couldn't they have continued with yes/no questions? Kurama had just taken some pie which smelled delicious...

"Earlier today. We thought sorting me with the first years would be a bit strange."

Fred nodded in understanding, but his expression asked for more information.

"And well, I asked to be in Gryffindor, I was suited to one other house as well, but I heard their reputation is... well... And from what little I saw of their Head of House, we wouldn't have gotten along."

He saw their eyes widen. Good. Now if they could leave him alone...

"You were suited to Slytherin?!"

Cue the innocent look. Having green eyes and long lashes does wonder in making it look genuine. He then concentrated on his piece of pie and used the moment of surprise to take a bite. He nearly closed his eyes in pure pleasure. Nearly. You don't close your eyes around pranksters. The three friends started whispering, not at all conscious that Kurama could have listened in if he so wished. Luckily for them, prying into teenagers' conversations had never been one of the fox's hobbies. It didn't take long for them to round up on him again.

"Well, we'll just have to beat the Slytherin tendencies out of you, won't we? At least you had one good reflex and choose Hogwarts' best house. But then, you're Dumbledore's relative, you can't be half bad." Grinned Lee.

Kurama very much doubted they would be able to beat three thousand years of cunning habits out of him, and they weren't welcome to try. He did not tell them as much, but he also did not acknowledge the mission they had imagined for themselves with more than a polite smile. After that, they continued to chat, but at last they let him eat as well. Kurama had to admit that he was surprised everything went so well. He was even enjoying himself and didn't brood too much over his problems. The three friends had integrated him into the festive mood of the first day of school and made him participate in their amusing conversation. They offered to give him some lessons on the most amusing form of charms and potions, and Kurama, never one to refuse an occasion to learn more, agreed easily. "Fun" could sometimes be tweaked to become a weapon or distract your enemy, because "fun" was often unpredictable.

The food was soon completely finished, and even Kurama had eaten more than his fill. Dumbledore got up and called for their attention.

"So! Now that we are all fed and watered, I must once more ask for your attention, while I give out a few notices. Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to tell you that the list of objects forbidden inside the castle has this year been extended to include Screaming Yo-yos, Fanged Frisbees, and Ever-Bashing Boomerangs. The full list comprises some four hundred and thirty-seven items, I believe, and can be viewed in Mr. Filch's office, if anybody would like to check it."

Kurama leant toward George.

"Does anyone actually bother?"

"Yeah, crazy as it sounds... One of our little brother's best friends probably did read it. We have no proofs, but she's that kind of girl... She probably knows it by heart too."

"… forest on the grounds is out-of-bounds to students, as is the village of Hogsmeade to all below third year. It is also my painful duty to inform you that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup will not take place this year."

Fred, George, Lee and numerous others looked as if lightning had hit them... Kurama, not knowing what Quidditch was, did not understand what was so horrible about the prospect.

"This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers' time and energy, but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts…"

He was interrupted rather brutally by the doors of the Great Hall banging open. It seemed everybody that night was intent on being late, and Professor McGonagall looked so annoyed that Kurama didn't envy the students who would have her tomorrow.

In the doorway stood a man that almost looked like a yōkai with how badly scarred his face was. In a way, he reminded Kurama of Mukuro. Like her, his struggles had been literally carved in his flesh. Parts of his body, his leg, a bit of his nose and one of his eyes, were missing. Alastor Moody, or Mad-Eye. Albus had described him to Kurama. This was the man whose wards had almost finished him, who had found him and hadn't killed him, calling Albus instead. Kurama was not sure what kind of person this was, nor what his motive for letting him live was, especially considering how much there was to lose if they let him live, as opposed to how much easier their life would have been if they had ended his life. He was an unknown, but a paranoid ex-auror had spared him. Of course, he could simply have done it out of the goodness of his heart, but Kurama was as paranoid as the scarred man he was observing, and he had a hard time believing this could be the reason.

He reached Dumbledore, shook hand with him and they exchanged a few whispered words. The Headmaster gestured the man to the sole empty seat at the table.

"May I introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher?" Albus' optimism was obviously not shared, or people were too shocked by the man to react because silence reigned. "Professor Moody."

No one but Albus and Hagrid, and a giant of a man Kurama had been introduced to during his stay in Hogwarts applauded, and they stopped very quickly. Kurama himself did not join them, feeling it would be better if he acted like any other student.

Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"As I was saying, we are to have the honour of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event that has not been held for over a century. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year"

Kurama was not prepared for the explosion of noise that suddenly dazed him, nor for the "You're JOKING!" Fred shouted in his ear.

Kurama missed most of what followed. He had one hand covering his right ear, not realising it made people laugh harder at Fred's intervention. Never shout directly next to a fox's ear. Or a yōkai's ear. When you have the superior hearing of both, it can become a handicap in very noisy environments. He couldn't exactly explain that to the human teenagers, and he was used to loudness around Yusuke, but even the Mazoku restrained himself if he was too close to Kurama. It was easier to be around people who knew what he was for many reasons, and this was one of them.

Albus went on explaining what the Tournament was exactly, when the other schools would arrive, and told them about the age restriction and the final prize. Kurama, even through the growing fog of sleepiness, found the students' faces priceless. Especially the angered expression Fred and George wore. It was obvious they would "waste their time submitting themselves" as Albus had put it. Kurama did not even consider entering it even though he was well over the age limit. Yusuke would have, but the fox yōkai would rather stay as invisible as possible. In a sense, this Tournament was a blessing. It would occupy the students' mind so much that they might ignore Kurama to an extent.

"... late, and I know how important it is to you all to be alert and rested as you enter your lessons tomorrow morning. Bedtime! Chop chop!"

The walk up to the Gryffindor tower can seem very long when weariness is catching up to you. The infirmary was much closer, and three days of torture added to the fact that he hadn't gotten entirely used to the time difference between England and Japan, made the trip up the endless stairs feel well... endless.

Fred, George and Lee showed him the fourth year dormitory, where the trunk with all the clothes Albus had bought him had been moved, and he more or less crumbled on the bed. He could hear his new room-mates filling the room, but he really didn't feel like answering any more questions, and while he was playing dead to the world, he fell asleep without even realising it. When Harry and Ron entered the room, they discovered the new student fast asleep and still dressed on a newly added bed, his hair looking like red blood spilling on the sheets. Knowing their curiosity would not be satisfied tonight, they quashed the excitement of the first night back at Hogwarts followed by the news of the Triwizard Tournament and prepared to sleep.

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AN: As always, feel free to leave reviews and comment on the chapter! I hope you liked it!